Thinking about how Atsumu is the type of guy to never use your name again once you’re in a relationship.
From the moment you accept his confession, it’s pet names galore ranging from classics like “baby”, “princess” (if he feels spicy (or condescending)), and “love” all the way to absurdities he brings out when he is in a great mood such as “my plump little dumplin’ supreme”, “main squeeze”, “schmoopy” or his personal favorite, born out of a night drinking with his team, “babelicious”. You had him sleep on the couch for the crime of using that last one.
But as soon - and I mean as soon - as he gets a ring on your finger it’s always “my wife”, “me and the wife” and “wifey”.
“What am I doin’ this weekend? Oh, ya know, me and the wife are gonna hit the farmer’s market.”
“Hang out tonight? Can’t, wifey asked me to pick up some groceries for dinner.”
And god help the poor soul whoever asks about how you are doing because Atsumu will pull out a three-page essay, put up a slide projector, and dim the lights to tell that person all about what his wife is up to.
(tbf you’re not much better because you loooove saying “my husband”)
